048: Mr. Yan: Where?

Don't send me this kind of photo in the future

It's still the same style, and it's understandably light.

After sending this message, the man clicked on the photo again, looking at the handsome young man inside, his eyes deepened.

Long press to save it on your phone,

Yan Shaohan: It shouldn't be okay for my brother to save a photo of his younger brother!

But whether that's really all there is to him.

Looked out the window.

It's already dark, but the streets are full of people, for some people.

At this time, it is the beginning of the day.

For example, I'm playing a game in an Internet café right now.

He sat comfortably in the blue chair, his white fingers moving nimbly around the keyboard.

Handsome face with a shallow smile.

Sure enough, he said!

Playing games at home, where is there a lively game in an Internet café?

The family is a group of people, while the Internet café is a group of people.

I don't think I'm a person who loves to be lively.

It's just that it's true that people are so good at doing things.

I didn't care about the information in the phone, and I had a great time!

The lone ranger, codenamed King, is still fighting monsters alone as always.

Each of the notices has a common name

That is

king

Just played a game, and it became famous in the whole "Defeated Virtuous".

It's completely new, but it plays a score that the old number can't do.

king

The name says it right.

king

Right

He is the solitary king!

Everyone wants to know this technology, and Wang, who has a very good hand speed, is playing a game in a big Internet café at the moment.

There was a light smile on his face.

K.O

He looked at the letters on the computer screen with satisfaction.

I took the mobile phone on the table, and I saw the message that the man had just sent.

"Isn't it handsome?"

He said to himself.

The white hand was editing something again.

Half a minute later, Yan Shaohan looked at the words on his phone.

"Why, isn't it handsome?"

The corners of his lips overflowed with a narrow smile, and Yan Shaohan was editing something.

"Is a boy with no muscles all over his body handsome?"

With that, he stood up and took the suit jacket draped over his chair. Wear it on your body.

It's like a natural hanger, and you can wear your own style when you wear anything.

Each one feels different, but there's no denying it.

Every piece and every style is very handsome, not like the kind of youthful handsomeness that is analyzed, but a mature and steady handsomeness.

There are strong male hormones exuding from all over his body, but he is also an abstinent and beautiful man.

It's very expensive!

With a steady step, he walked out.

I saw Xiao Fan, who was punished by him for working overtime, playing a game.

Walked over, without making a single sound of footsteps.

"It seems that Manager Xiao is working overtime very happily?"

The sudden sound startled Xiao Fan, who was in the middle of the game, and the laptop he was holding almost went down.

Turning his head to look at the handsome face of his boss, Xiao Fan even wanted to die.

How can I be caught by my boss every time I do something bad, and my luck is good enough.

"The boss... I... I just clicked in and played for less than five minutes, really..."

Still have to explain the explanation, the boss is in a good mood today, what if it works?

"A week."

Without listening to his explanations, the man quickly made up his mind.

The faint voice was still like that.

When Xiao Fan heard this, ten thousand grass and mud horses floated by in his heart. Heaven and earth conscience, he really just played for five minutes!

But whoever says about it, who is called being caught by his own boss.

Big bed at home, wait for me for a week. The couch in the office, here I am!

Whining...

So sad, but

The boy has tears and doesn't flick.

Without caring about Xiao Fan anymore, the man walked out of the office.

"Where?"

After a few minutes, the man arrived at the parking lot, leaning against the body of the car and editing text messages.

It's indescribably lazy.